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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | I do not know? | |

A Beach Lagoon

MONOTETRA: Each stanza contains four 
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in 
tetrameter for a total of eight syllables. 
What makes the Monotetra so powerful as 
a poetic form is that the last line contains 
two metric feet, repeated. 
STRUCTURE: 
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated, A4, A4



A Beach Lagoon

Gorgeous day, it's mid afternoon
Bored, looking for something to do!
Oh, I was just invited to
A beach lagoon, a beach lagoon

Crystal blue waters, ease my mind
Unleashing my creative side
Poetic versus organized
Time to unwind, time to unwind

White sand like silk between my toes
Makes me want to rip off my clothes 
Keep on my mesh shorts I suppose
I stand in pose, I stand in pose

Many shells like the angel wing
Skipping the waves, flat rocks I sling
Sun tan is beginning to spring
The pain it brings, the pain it brings 

Intoxicating scenery
Secluded from society
Just me, myself and poetry
Feeling set free, feeling set free

Sun starts to fade, the moon appears
Just about bringing me to tears
This day has quickly disappeared
Now in my rear, now in my rear!


Jared Pickett
4/19/2012


Details | Narrative | |

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

in the sand

between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
 dissolved between the salty waves
 disappeared
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life 
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything  from between my fingers slip
just like sand   grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Narrative | |

Caution - Fireworks

E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
       are hard to beat...

I like hand held Sparklers, Tanks
 flashing fountains, Solar Flare
 Six to #20 Gold I have to share,
 no incidence, no burns, thanks...

  Whistles blow, fountains glow,
 pop'n sounds, entire sky all aglow
 I love those colors, high an low
  trails eched onto my retina
  inspired me to let ya know

  Now you close both eyes
in pitch dark, what a surprise
  for you to see, right there
 darkness, absolutely  anywhere
beautiful trails of lights in motion
 
"Always read a label of caution"


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Rhyme | |

The Beach At Eby Rd - - - My Quiet Place

 
The Ocean breeze soothes me. The sound of waves relaxes me. Soft sand between my toes, collecting unique driftwood to make crafts, beachcombing is my "quiet place". You can't live on an island and not love the water. I can sit and watch boats sailing by or watch eagles soaring in the sky. The beach is where I go to sooth my soul and find my inspiration. ~~~~ The Beach at Eby Rd.~~~~ (my quiet place) At the end of the road, I park, leaving my shoes behind. I walk along the sandy beach. All troubles leave my mind. I breathe in the sweet ocean air, raise my face to the sun. Inspiration flows through my veins. Another poem's begun.
for Sara Kendrick's contest "My Quiet Place"


Details | Free verse | |

THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Quintella | |

DIVING IN

Relentlessly Sun beating down Fierce the glare, making me frown Sand, like grains of wisdom, needling Unwelcome, persistent wheedling In the mimeses I will drown Table Bay glistens within reach Waves rolling onto pristine beach Neptune favouring emerald green Seagulls parading, feathers preen Gannets diving – an endless screech The Atlantic notoriously cold Bracing myself – fear on firm hold Salt spray stinging, lashing my face Against the cold I myself brace Welcome water around me fold New Year resolutions we make Bad habits gladly we forsake Fearing hostile, unknown future Uncertainty we’ve to endure Diving in, the mould I shall break © 2012 by Suzette Crous
A HAPPY NEW YEAR to all Please see the About section for the photo of the scene described.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wondrous Thing

I’ve seen lightning follow the contour of a hill
Heard the thunder crack and felt the thrill
Seen the rain fall on one side of a street
On the other side I felt the suns warm heat

I’ve sat on a beach where salt and fresh water meet
Where turtles are guarded, protected until breeding’s complete
I’ve seen snow hedge high in a village lane
A snow blower come to ease everyone’s pain

I’ve seen graves carved into mountains of rock
They had been robbed and by that I was shocked
I’ve sat on the beach and watched the sunrise
Seen it go down with bleary tired eyes

I’ve seen Famagusta, where time had stood still
From the sea so blue it gave me a chill
I’ve seen new born lambs frolic in the spring
These I find are a wondrous thing

All this I have been so privileged to see
Maybe not the great wonders but they are to me
By the Seven Wonders of the World I am not intrigued 
But by these things my senses are besieged 


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Rhyme | |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE RUSH OF EBBING WAVES

back and forth, boxsliding.
tossing and turning on the ocean waves;
the rush of ebbing tides moving,
similar to the unsaved lives of our days,
mixture of emotions gathering,
trying not to get sucked in the undertow,
our own deception that doesn't flow.
trembling in the fear of it's coolness,
the depths so limitless.
it's force unmeasurable,
only fit for the able.
it's nature can not be contained,
but it's characteristics can surely be attained.
soaking in it can acquire you different benefits,
a threat for the flow of living.
tides of waves so chaotic;
in a world so exotic,
the rush to coming back to it is so dramatic.


Details | I do not know? | |

Walkway to Paradise

I close my eyes and hold my breathe
As I fall into a deep sleep.
I am hypnotized, I'm in a trance.
I am walking, walking through 
A garden of exotic flowers, wondrous trees,
Delicious fruit growing trees.
I take a deep breath and I can smell the 
Luscious fragrance as the wind 
Breezes through my hair.
The ground-- it is as soft as rose petals.
As I walk on through this path, 
Those petals turn into a
Pasture of beautiful bright green grass.
It is swaying back and forth,
It's dancing as the wind sings 
Soft melodies  whistling 
Through the bright blue sky.
There are birds, butterflies and 
Gorgeous creatures running through
This pasture-- running freely 
And happily.
As I walk through I can see
Beautiful bright green and blue glossy colors.
I get closer and I look down, 
The ocean is crystal clear, it's amazing!
Wondrous creatures are floating around
In this crystalic water, 
They swim around and around, 
each one unique and different. 
Bright, bold, beautiful colors
They glide through this amazing liquid. 
I catch myself, I see my face
Through this water, my shadow--
It does as I do! It is wonerful!
I walk on through the warm beach 
And all is calm. 
I can gently hear the waves slap themselves
upon the rocks- 
As if swayed back and forth by 
The hands of GOD.
The sunset is one like no other. 
The sky is filled with wonderful soft colors of
Red, pink, orange, yellow, purple, and blue. 
It's as if I am standing in a painting. 
I am standing still in a moment of
My precious life.
The beach comes to an end,
As I get closer and closer 
I can see a street in my path.
I am walking on streets of gold!!
Each side of me is filled with 
Marshmellowy clouds of white and silver.
I walk down this road of gold, this warm 
But soothing road, 
I am met at the gates of 
HEAVEN
And greeted with warmth and the 
Comforting arms of 
GOD Almighty. 
These gates, pearly white gates,
Are too beautiful !!! 
GOD than reaches out his hand for mine.
He is a man of awe strucken beauty! 
I reach forth and in a moments time, 
I realize I am face to face with 
My GOD--
And just beyond those gates is 
My destiny.
I than walk on with my Father 
Into His wondrous 
Walkway to Paradise. 


Details | Free verse | |

Dock Of The Bay

Back in the summer of 69
                            I remember sitting on the dock of the bay
                                     watching the boys of summer
                                   build their love shacks love shacks
                                    girls were playing twister and
                                   sipping on pina coladas all day
                                     feeling kind of groovy  groovy
                                    I couldn't get much higher higher
                                     with these such good vibrations
                                     from the summer in the city
                                     way down in Key Largo
                                watching my beach baby beach baby
                                           from the dock of the bay
                                   





Just Something I was working on
for a song Used all summer songs LOL
Hate to see the summer fun end




This Song Is Written By Me 
And Now Is It Is Published Thru N.W. Alabamba


Details | Quatrain | |

THE BEACH ENTERTAINER

Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..



The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...


He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...



And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...



The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind, 
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Ballad | |

JEWEL

Carved and polished by the sea 
Sparkling too 
Jewels of every hue, 
lay on the beach for me 

Blues and greens 
Sunset reds 
Golden yellows 
Amethysts too 

Such lustrous light, 
glowed on the beach 
Filled the night 
Such colours, loving bright 

For each jewel... 
Is a facet of you 
I picked a blue, 
golden yellow , for joy 
Amethyst for love, 
sunset red for passion too 

Jewels of every hue 
Jewels for me 
Jewels for you, 
sparkling too 


Details | I do not know? | |

PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
holding my hand 

Warmth of sun, 
warmth of hand, 
Warmth of love, 
Warmth of sand 

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

Footprints in sand, 
none but our own, 
walking along the shore, 
we know what it is all for 

Hand in hand, 
walking on sun bleached sand, 
no words we can say, 
on the beach of eternal play 

For, no words are needed, 
our thoughts,words are as one. 
You and I under golden sun, 
hand in hand 
on sun bleached sand 

Shade of palm, 
you by my side, 
serene and calm, 
the beach stretched far and wide 

Wearing nothing but our smiles, 
we can see for miles, 
paradise perfect, 
crystal clear sea, 
blue and green reflect, 
the love you have for me 

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
You, 
holding my hand